Goldenfang
Warrior|24 moons|tags: open
Warrior|24 moons|tags: open
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goldenfang awoke with a start. his jaw widened in a yawn, and his sharp, glistening fang-like teeth showed over a folded lip. shaking his whiskers, the young warrior padded from beneath the head of the warriors den. it was basically just a hole that is filled with many mossy nests. taking a deep breath, he padded over to the shady spot of camp. he stretched with claws protruding from his paws, shining crystally white as the sun shined on them. his multi-colored pelt, yes that fluffy knot, was next on his list. he sighed and decided to change things up. rather grooming his fur right after, he padded over to the fresh kill pile. he chose a sparrow and went back to his spot. He took some bite out of it, plucking the feathers to put in a nest of anyone's. he then, finished and began to groom himself.
goldenfang had finally finished with his small 'workout' and settled to groom his pelt. he made sure that he started with his tail, licking the tip of it with a raspy tongue. after a few licks, he spat the fur caught on his tongue out, and continued. after what felt like ages, he finally finished and stood up with another stretch of each leg. he was about to go out into the forest to see if he can catch any prey. besides, he needed to feel the leave crushing under his large paws.
as he padded through the barrier that protected camp, he let his senses take over. he could smell the dew drops on every leaf he passed, feel the wind blow through the trees An did ruffle his pelt. after padded towards the river, hopping over fallen trees, and padding through bushes, he sat at the foot of an ash tree waiting for any signs of movement. only moments passed before he saw a small grayish brown shape move towards him. a vole! he tensed his muscles, ready to jump. the vole turned to pick up a seed, and at the moment, he pounced. with a quick bite on its neck, he broke it. an instant death was tolerable for him, he didn't like it when prey was not killed properly and had to suffer for even the slightest second. with a gleam in his eye, he walked back toward the direction of camp after giving thanks to starclan.
goldenfang had finally finished with his small 'workout' and settled to groom his pelt. he made sure that he started with his tail, licking the tip of it with a raspy tongue. after a few licks, he spat the fur caught on his tongue out, and continued. after what felt like ages, he finally finished and stood up with another stretch of each leg. he was about to go out into the forest to see if he can catch any prey. besides, he needed to feel the leave crushing under his large paws.
as he padded through the barrier that protected camp, he let his senses take over. he could smell the dew drops on every leaf he passed, feel the wind blow through the trees An did ruffle his pelt. after padded towards the river, hopping over fallen trees, and padding through bushes, he sat at the foot of an ash tree waiting for any signs of movement. only moments passed before he saw a small grayish brown shape move towards him. a vole! he tensed his muscles, ready to jump. the vole turned to pick up a seed, and at the moment, he pounced. with a quick bite on its neck, he broke it. an instant death was tolerable for him, he didn't like it when prey was not killed properly and had to suffer for even the slightest second. with a gleam in his eye, he walked back toward the direction of camp after giving thanks to starclan.
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